Firing Blanks

Assume I had a chance to clear things out alone,

But ticks I used to know were laying under earth,

My last surviving hope hade bidden me goodbye,

How loud I ever made that noise, how much it ever hurt,

Do understand, I'm just firing blanks

For and hour every day, my mouth is overfilled,

With better things to say that I threw in your face,

Forget that battered truth, I made it up myself,

How hard it might have been, your defence was a waste

Do understand, I'm just firing blanks

Do understand, I'm just firing blanks